She was his completely. THE NEXT DAY.............Fahima stood waiting at the bus stop, struggling to cover herself up with her jacket. The chilly air ...ad hardened her nipples which were visible through the abaya. She knew the moment she had put on the tight silky black abaya that it was going to be impossible to cover anything up. She had been in great turmoil over the past 24 hours. One moment she felt ashamed for doing the sinful acts with Donte yesterday but on the other hand she felt. He said he wanted to take my panties because they inspired "flashbacks" to our sexual adventures together. I thought that was rather sweet and romantic.Romantic is a good word to describe an entire bracket of panty fiends. A friend of mine explained it to me by saying, "Panties are the item closest to a woman's body. They hold all the scent that makes a woman a woman. Every woman has her favorite pair. Every day they are discarded, dirty, into the hamper. They are seldom handled by anyone other. I begin to wonder what is running through your mind. Whether you are imagining how it would feel to have my thighs wrapped tightly around you, fantasizing about making love to me gently and passionately, or whether mentally you are fucking me hard and fast. Whichever it is your attention is turning me on and my mind begins to fill with wicked thoughts of my own.Suddenly the main course arrives, snapping me out of my fantasy daze. I thank the waiter with a smile, watching his eyes wander to my. The people they were trailing were nimble travellers who gathered in groups that never numbered less than ten and, judging from the incisions made on branches, rocks and tree trunks, possessed a set of stone tools of undeniably superior quality. This was a tribe of professional huntsmen that might even outclass the Mammoth Hunters. Glade was soon able to identify evidence that these hunters most likely belonged to the tribe of Cave Painters she'd known so well many years before.Chief Cave Lion.